TWELVE YEARS OLD

"Who are you texting?" Kace frowned when he saw Hope being busy with her phone even when he came, Kace wasn't even welcomed with a warm hug like before.

Instead, he found Hope sitting in the living room, giggling over her phone, yet the moment she saw Kace, she put down her phone hastily as her expression turned tense. 

This kind of reaction made Kace frown. 

"When did you come?" Hope asked, trying to hide her nervousness by avoiding Kace's eyes, as if she was caught red handed doing something illegal. 

"Just now." Kace flopped his body beside Hope, but she was only getting tensed by their proximity. "What?" 

"What?" Hope was trying to create some space between the two of them smoothly, but it was too obvious for Kace as he grabbed her wrist. 

"Why are you reacting like that near me?" Kace stared at her conflicted black eyes, gripping her chin when Hope tried to avoid his eyes yet again.